Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
HASH
Smack
“What the fuck?” I yell as I jump, hitting my head on the open hood of the car I’m working on.
Cyrus’ manic laughter fills the garage as I turn around to see him bent over with the joint that was in the case in my back pocket now in his hand.
“That thang was sticking out there; I couldn’t resist.” Cyrus snickers.
“I swear to God if you touch my ass again, I’ll fucking kill you,” I growl as I snatch the joint out from between his lips just as he’s about to light it.
“Hey,” Cyrus whines. “I always share with you!”
“No, you fucking don’t. Why are you here?” I ask, annoyed.
Cyrus comes to the garage only to bother me.
“Prez wants us to go on a run real quick. I guess our buddy Rail is out.”
“How the fuck is he out? Before we went two weeks ago, he told us he was getting four bricks from his supplier last weekend. There’s no way in hell he moved that much in his area.”
“That’s what I thought too. I think Prez thinks he’s moved into territory that’s not his. He has to be dealing in Ravenna Heights. His small ass town doesn’t have that kind of movement,” Cyrus says.
Setting my torque wrench down on my bench, I wipe my hands off with a rag. “How much does he want from us?”
“Just a brick.”
“Jesus.”
“I know.”
“You think he’s moved onto Adduci’s territory?” I ask, moving to shut the hood on the car.
Matteo is not one to mess with. And if Rail thinks he’s pulling a fast one getting involved with the Italian mafia, he’s got another thing coming. Matteo will have him taken out before he can blink.
“I kind of hope so. It means we would get to help. I liked Gio. He seems like a fun guy to fuck shit up with,” Cyrus says as he thinks about it.
Of course, Gio is his favorite.
“That’s because you both are equally psychotic.”
Cyrus waves me off. “You say psychotic, I say fun.”
“They’re not the same.” I shake my head. “When does he want us to head out?”
“Saturday.”
“Fuck.” I sigh.
“What?”
“I told Aisling I would pick her up on Saturday to bring her out to meet everyone.”
“Whoa, big step meeting the fam.” Cyrus slaps me on the back. “I guess it’s about time, since you already have a baby and all that jazz. Ya skipped a few steps, didn’t ya?”
“I’m going to fuck you up.” I grab a wrench off the bench and throw it at him.
Cyrus dodges it as he laughs.
“I’m just fucking with you. Bring her out on Sunday. You know Evan is always cooking something for family dinner.”
I guess that could work. Evan always does a huge spread, from appetizers down to desserts. The funny thing is, there are never any leftovers.
“I don’t know, man. You think it’s too soon? I don’t want to freak her out.” She already seemed freaked out about Saturday. I hate that she used to want this and now I fucked it up so bad, she doesn’t seem to want anything to do with me.
Cyrus leans up against the bench and crosses his arms. “Not to sound like a dick, but don’t you think it’s a little late for wondering if it’s too soon?
I mean, whether she likes it or not, you two are going to be in each other’s lives for the rest of your life.
And if it were me, I would want to know the people my kid is around. ”
“I think she’s more reluctant on me staying. She doesn’t want to introduce Cormac to everyone if I leave again.”
“You need to prove to her that you’re going to stick around.”
“Yeah, that’s the part I’m trying to figure out,” I say more to myself than Cyrus, but he answers anyway.
“You’ll figure it out. There’s only so long the ladies can resist that mullet.”
“Get the fuck out of the garage before I throw another wrench at you. And this time I won’t miss.”
Cyrus laughs as he walks out of the garage while I shake my head and pull out my phone and shoot off a text.
Me: Hey, baby doll. Can we move it to Sunday?
I set my phone back down on the bench, thinking she wasn’t going to respond right away since she’s probably at work, but just as I move to clean up the rest of my tools, it vibrates.
Aisling: It’s not like I have a say in this, so sure, Hash. That’s fine.
I smirk down at my phone.
I can hear her sarcasm and see her eye roll through the screen.
My sassy little baby doll.
Me: Come hungry. Evan always makes a family dinner on Sundays.
Aisling: Evan? Anything I can bring?
Me: Jealous?
Aisling: Forget I fucking asked.
Me: Calm down. It’s Prez’s old lady. You don’t need to bring anything. Evan would be insulted if you brought something other than alcohol.
Aisling: I’ll bring some wine.
Shit.
She’s going to win Evan over before I win her over at this rate.
Me: See you then, baby doll.
It’s going to damn near kill me going a few days without seeing her or my son, but I need to back off a little. I know when to push and when to heal.
But come Sunday, I’m full-on pushing.